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by Max Craft

My helper is the Spirit of God,
Without him, I’d be bereaved of truth;
He reveals my sinful fraud,
And guides me in that Divine sooth;
Known not by the world for lack of proof,
Evincing the Water of Life like a shadoof;
Fomenting the words of my dear Savior,
An indwelling changer of my behavior;
A shelter from Satan who marauds,
My helper is the Spirit of God.

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